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Tuesday, August 9, 2016

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Desperate
to escape the memories that haunt her, Tsura Harris returns to Jamestown, the
very place her mother forbade her to go. A gifted Chuvani, Tsura has sworn off
all magick, thus making her vulnerable to the Renoldi clan, who wish to kill
her and take the pendant that is the key to her power.

Red
Wolf is hell-bent on living his life on the sea, until he runs into Tsura on
the docks. His pride wounded from her rejection years before, he hoped to never
see her again. But when the evil Corsair, Romulus Black, demands to know where
she is, Red Wolf must protect her, as is his duty.

But
is duty and honor his only reason, or does Red Wolf still carry a flame of love
in his heart? And will Tsura finally discover her destiny?

EXCERPT
- CHAPTER ONE SACRED LEGACY

Jamestown, Virginia, July 1740

Tsura Harris lifted the hem of her green
skirt and stepped up onto the wooden plank. She clutched her reticule in her
right hand and reached for the rope with her left. The planked bridge swayed as
the boat rocked against the seas. She stared at the water below. White-capped
waves crashed along the ship’s hull, rocking the boat. She inhaled, forced her chin
up, and took another step. She walked the short distance to the boardwalk,
releasing the breath she’d held when her boot touched land. She planted both
feet upon the wooden dock and set her shoulders, but the reminder of why she
was here intensified the weight upon her chest. Despair was her shadow, and it
was with her today.

“Sister!”

Her brother’s deep, masculine shout came
from above.

She shaded her eyes from the hot afternoon
sun and peered up at him. His stature always shocked her. Micah Walker was six
foot with broad shoulders and strong arms, a spitting image of their father,
Kade. His white shirt gaped open to show the tanned skin beneath, a sign of too
many days out on the water. Long blond hair waved in the breeze. Her handsome
brother had his pick of the ladies, but still hadn’t settled down. It was a
shame. She knew he wanted children and a wife of his own, but his heart
belonged to the sea and time would lend him those favors only when he was
ready.

“You must wait,” he called and raced past
his men carrying crates of goods onto the wharf.

She placed her bag onto the wooden walk and
clasped her gloved hands together.

He reached her, his cheeks glowing and dark
eyes lit with mischief. Before she could discourage him, he picked her up and
swung her around. Her boots kicked the bag, knocking it over, as his strong
arms held her tight.

Micah had always been affectionate. He never
shied away from holding her hand, kissing her cheek, or teasing her like a
brother would. He’d come to her side when she needed him the most. When her
life had fallen apart, and she couldn’t see past her own misery to pick herself
up. He had carried her, and she loved him for it.

“You cannot go off without wishing me well.”
He smiled down at her.

“If you would simply release me, I’d be able
to make it so,” she retorted. He was the only one, aside from her mother and
father, who she allowed to touch her.

“Very well, nit.” He set her in front of
him. The nickname he used for her was one of endearment and came from her pestering
him as a child.

“Thank you.” She smoothed her skirt before
bringing her eyes to meet his.

“You do not need to do this.”

She glanced away unable to stare at him any
longer.

“Come sail with me.”

She shook her head. The urge to leave caused
her legs to shake. She couldn’t be around him any longer. His cheerful
disposition haunted her and made her think of things she’d rather forget.

“I know you don’t want to speak of this,
but—”

“No, Micah.”

“Tsura, you need to forgive—”

“Forgiveness is not within my heart.”

“It surely is.”

She shook her head, careful not to release
the many pins holding her thick corkscrew curls in a loose chignon.

“It is in all of us.”

She glared at her brother.

“Do not speak to me of forgiveness, brother.
My heart is cold to it.”

His dark eyes watered, and she knew her
words had hurt him, but she didn’t care. It was better this way—it was easier.

“Will you not reconsider?”

“No.”

“Please stay. I will protect you.”

Protection was not what she needed. She
could care less if she died. It’d be a relief from the constant pain she felt
each day.

“I should’ve taken you to mother and
father.”

“Do not speak to them of my presence here.”

“They will understand.”

“Not one word.”

Micah sighed. “As you wish.”

“I must go.” Anger pressed on her spine, and
she straightened.

His shoulders dropped.

“Be safe. Trust no one.”

She nodded.

“I port back in Jamestown one month to this
day. You will be here.”

It was not a question, and she didn’t know
if a month would be enough. Would the time between then and now ever fade from
her soul? Would she be ready to return? She didn’t know if she could go back
and so she didn’t answer.

“Hiram knows of you coming?”

“He does.”

“Very well.” He straightened and smiled.
“Know that I love you.”

She fought the tears. If Micah saw one ounce
of sadness within her, he’d throw her back aboard the Jade and take her with
him.

“As I you.” She refused to say the words.

He picked up her bag and handed it to her.

“Thank you. Now go. You have work to do and
whores to see.” She smirked.

“Ah, that I do.” He pulled her into a final
embrace. “You will find your way. I am sure of it.” He held her away from him,
and his eyes searched hers. “Remember who you are.”

She pressed on his chest and stepped out of
his embrace. She couldn’t help the furrow of her brow or the set of her chin.
The reminders of the life she led were never to be forgotten, and because of
that she’d be forever lost.

Micah sensed the change in her and left it
alone. He bowed, and with a final kiss to her forehead he walked away.

She turned, unable to watch him go, raised
to believe it was a sign of weakness, of regret to watch one leave your life.
This was meant to be. The world around her had tilted, and even though she
wanted nothing more than to go back in time to the lavish house on the hill
where she’d felt content, where laughter was but an expression upon her lips,
she could not. What had been was no more, and she’d do right to remember it.
One year had passed, but the ache inside her soul still remained.

About
the Author:

Kat
Flannery’s love of history shows in her novels. She
is an avid reader of historical, suspense, paranormal, and romance. She has her
Certificate in Freelance and Business Writing. A member of many writing groups,
Kat enjoys promoting other authors on her blog. She’s been published in
numerous periodicals throughout her career.

Her debut novel CHASING CLOVERS has been an Amazon Top
100 Paid bestseller. LAKOTA HONOR and BLOOD CURSE (Branded Trilogy) are Kat’s
two award-winning novels and HAZARDOUS UNIONS is Kat’s first novella. Kat is
currently hard at work on her next book.

A
mix of historical and interracial romance with paranormal elements, Sacred Legacy
by Kat
Flannery is the third book in The Branded Trilogy. Colorful characters, emotional angst, and
lively dialogue make this story entertaining and interesting. While this book is enjoyable on its own, I
would recommend reading the books in order to truly connect with and appreciate
both the characters and the overall series arc.

Introducing
us to “Nora” in the prologue, in the year 1890, we discover she is a woman with
some kind of “power” and that her power has always made her uncomfortable. Finding a hidden compartment in her deceased
father’s trunk, Nora discovers a leather bound diary. A diary that tells a tale set in Jamestown
and the surrounding area during 1740, and introduces us to Tsura Harris and Red
Wolf.

Ms. Flannery has
created two very interesting characters in Tsura Harris and Red Wolf. A widow with a heavy emotional burden, Tsura
Harris is a Chuvani, the first daughter of a first daughter in a powerful
family of Gypsies gifted with a great amount of magic, who has just returned to
Jamestown from London. Bitter about what
has taken place in her life for the last couple of years, Tsura has come back “home”
to visit some family and figure out a way to die. I have to admit that I had a difficult time
connecting with Tsura at first, I didn’t really understand her back story
enough and found her to be grouchy, rude and nasty overall. I did warm up to her as the story continued
to develop and we got more of her story, but at first she was a hard pill to
swallow as the lead character.

Kidnapped
from his Cheyenne tribe, Red Wolf was rescued by Tsura’s parents, who took him
to England with a part of their family and helped him mature into a young
man. A young man who fell in love with
their daughter. Rejected as a suitor,
Red Wolf returned to Jamestown and became a sea captain. A trade he had learned while living with
Tsura’s family. I had no trouble
connecting with Red Wolf, I found him to be the perfect example of the noble
American native; he was honorable, loyal and even concerned for Tsura’s safety
when she was nothing but nasty to him. He
harbored some anger and a broken heart but remembered her parent’s kindness and
was determined to keep her safe from harm.

There
is more than enough tension between Tsura and Red Wolf but Ms. Flannery ups the ante
by introducing a different faction of Gypsies in the story, a group led by
Ermine, Tsura’s cousin, who is determined to kill Tsura and steal a “red ruby”
necklace that somehow amplifies their power.
There’s also additional tension with another sea captain who wants Tsura
for his own agenda. The secondary
characters are well developed and Ms. Flannery does a good job keeping
the tension taught and the story’s pace brisk.

Will
Tsura and Red Wolf put their emotions aside long enough to figure out that they
have both been wronged? Will Tsura learn
to treasure her magic and use it when she needs it the most? And just what are Tsura and Red Wolf to “Nora”,
who we met at the start? You’ll have to
read Sacred
Legacy to find out. I enjoyed
it and look forward to read more of Ms. Flannery’s work.

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